There was some-
thing which
brought him
puzzlement,
doubt, and
great desire:

A delightful
woman-creature
who came to
his garden
half-laughing
and always wary.

Agonized screaming
jarred the garden.

A mole was chewing the
stalk of a plant-animal
hybrid.

And now Mazarian felt a
watching presence. It
would be the woman, for
thus had she disturbed
him before...
He paused in his stride,
feeling for the direction
of the gaze...